World of Cultivation

Opening his eyes, Zuo Mo had a splitting headache, and then he remembered drinking with his senior brother last night. The two kept drinking, and then they seemed to go crazy, singing and dancing. He had no memory of how they collapsed in the end.

I struggled to get up and walked out of the room. The fog outside was still the same as before.

Not far away, Xie Shanzheng was respectfully asking Wei Sheng for advice. He nodded from time to time, as obediently as a child. Zuo Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled silently. It must have been the vision of heaven and earth that senior brother had that day, which shocked Xie Shan greatly.

Zuo Mo didn't disturb the two of them and walked around casually. Five slave ships were arranged staggered to form a huge camp.

Suddenly there was a strong support, and everyone's morale was greatly boosted, and they practiced harder every day. Xie Shan was not the only one shocked by the vision of heaven and earth when Wei Sheng broke through.

Awen regained consciousness and felt extremely depressed when he thought about the situation he was forced into by the Soul Beast, especially in front of his boss. Early in the morning, I was running around the perimeter of the camp alone, hoping to encounter another evil soul beast and give it a good beating. The aggressive tenth grade was not willing to lag behind and followed closely behind.

Xiaota and Xiaohuo caressed Agui affectionately. Agui was dumbfounded and only occasionally responded. At this time, Xiaohuo and Xiaota were extremely excited. The silly bird held its head high and walked in its unique bird steps. Shi Shiran passed by Zuo Mo without even looking at him.

For some reason, Zuo Mo's heart was full of warmth, his mood was like sunshine, unusually cheerful, and even the blood-red sky seemed to become much cuter all of a sudden.

Suddenly he remembered that the evil soul beast that Awen killed left a claw and a bead, and he quickly took them out. The claws are as solid as iron, dark and shiny, and extremely hard in texture. Especially the hooks on the claws are extremely sharp. A single scratch on the ground will leave five deep scratches. With Zuo Mo's eyesight, he couldn't tell what kind of material it belonged to.

"This is a Shensha weapon. It's rare. It's a natural weapon. This is the first time I've seen a Shensha weapon of such quality. You're really lucky. Only in a fierce place like this that has been sealed off for thousands of years, It is possible to give birth to such a powerful evil soul beast, and then it is possible to obtain such a heavy evil weapon."

Pu Yao was full of emotion,

Zuo Mo moved his claws twice and felt that it was not very smooth, so he said: "This thing is worth a lot of crystal stones!"

Pu Yao, who was full of emotion, choked and a vein on his forehead jumped. He forced himself to hold it back: "This is not for cultivators, but for demons."

Zuo Mo was disappointed, with a look of lack of interest on his face. What good thing could it be if it couldn't be exchanged for crystal stones? Moreover, he has people who practice demonic arts, but none of them practice magic arts. Wait, he suddenly remembered those flower slaves in the guard camp. Aren't they practicing sorcery?

"They can't use it." Pu Yao realized the joy of attacking Zuo Mo and said leisurely: "They practice the "Flower Demon Rebirth Technique", and their weapons are the spirit flowers on their bodies. Well, it should be called the demon flower now. Shen The evil weapon is a vicious thing and cannot be used by ordinary demons."

You can't change the spar, no one under you can use it, and it's not something that ordinary demons can use...

What is this if not waste?

Without saying anything, Zuo Mo threw it into the ring and picked up the beads.

"Hey, this is a good thing!" Zuo Mo cheered up. He didn't understand Shen Sha Bing, but he could distinguish this bead.

Ordinary evil souls have a trace of divine soul origin, so how come evil soul beasts don’t? This bead is their core, which contains a huge amount of divine soul origin and is extremely pure. After thinking about it for a moment, Zuo Mo suddenly realized. These evil soul beasts are all generated from evil souls. They devour other evil souls and continue to grow. The formation of each evil spirit beast requires at least 100,000 evil spirits. The evil spirit beast has just begun to awaken its mind and begins to understand the basic methods of cultivating evil spirit.

This ancient battlefield has been undisturbed for tens of thousands of years. The soul beasts that were born have experienced the most brutal fighting and a long period of training. One can imagine how strong their souls are.

Zuo Mo immediately discovered that the "fishing" they used to be so proud of was really stupid...

From the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Gongsun Chai coming over.

In a flash, he jumped to Gongsun Cha's side. Before Gongsun Cha could react, he stuffed the beads into Gongsun Cha's mouth.

Gongsun Cha, who was accidentally plotted, suddenly had his eyes bulging outwards. After a breath, the shy little face with a light blush suddenly turned red, like a burning cloud,

Soon, Gongsun Cha's whole body turned red. His fingers trembled and Zuo Mo was speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly widened, he turned around and ran away.

"Ha ha!"

Behind him, Zuo Mo laughed heartlessly.

Shen Shabing was useless, Hezhu plotted against Xiao Niang, and Zuo Mo suddenly felt a little idle. The team temporarily rested in place. Through his senior brother's description, Zuo Mo knew that the scope of this evil mist was wider than he imagined. The person he thought was a local native turned out to be his senior brother, and now he was in no hurry to move forward.

"Golden Soul! Have you forgotten the Golden Soul?" Pu Yao couldn't help but remind him.

Zuo Mo slapped his head, yes, how could he have forgotten this matter.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Yi Zheng was more and more surprised. Although he is not a core disciple of the Great Buddha Temple, he still has basic common sense. The Great Buddha Temple and theirs are already a very powerful sect, but...

His eyes swept over the cultivators who were cultivating desperately. Although it was not the first time he saw them, his heart still skipped a beat. The cultivation level of these cultivators is not very high, and their cultivation level in the pulse condensation stage is roughly the same as that of ordinary disciples in the temple. However, if the disciples in the temple had a conflict with the group of people in front of them, they would probably not even have their bones left!

murderous look!

He felt a solid murderous aura that was frightening. Elite! This word suddenly popped into his mind. Only those elites who have experienced countless bloody battles can have such solid murderous intent.

There are also such elite Zen soldiers in the temple, he has seen them before. The personal cultivation of those Zen soldiers is not strong. Once they fight, you will know how difficult they are. They were fierce and fierce, and did not care about injuries. Yi Zheng was once suppressed by a Zen soldier whose cultivation level was lower than his. In the subsequent five-on-five battle, they were defeated without even being able to hold on for twenty breaths.

If it weren't for the confrontation within the door, they would have died.

"This senior brother is so polite."

A gentle and gentle voice sounded from behind.

Yi Zheng was moved in his heart and turned around. His face immediately showed joy. Opposite him stood a Zen practitioner. There is actually a Zen practice in this team! Yi Zheng looked at it carefully. Although it was not a monk's robe or cassock, the faint aura of meditation that it exuded was undeniable. He immediately felt much more cordial and quickly returned the courtesy: "You are polite, little monk!"

"Little brother Zong Ru, if you have any instructions, senior brother, you can come to me directly." Zong Ru had a faint smile on his face.

Yi Zheng was secretly awestruck. The other party's cultivation level was not lower than his. The most important thing in meditation is meditation. He also smiled slightly and bowed deeply: "Brother, you're welcome. I have a low cultivation level and am lost and helpless. Please take care of me, senior brother."

"We are all in danger, so it is only right to join hands to help each other." Zong Ru smiled and pointed with his right hand: "Why don't you go to my younger brother's room? If you have any questions, senior brother, just ask."

"Okay!" Yi Zheng responded hurriedly.

He followed Zong Ru and saw cultivators saluting Zong Ru from time to time along the way. His heart moved secretly. It seemed that this senior brother Zong Ru had quite a status among this group of people.

Zong Ru's room was very simple, empty except for two futons.

"This humble place is ridiculous." Zong Ru said with a smile.

"What the hell! Senior brother, this place is in line with the way of quiet meditation. I admire you." Yi Zheng said quickly.

Zong Ru smiled and said, "I wonder where my senior brother is from? Where did he practice before?"

Yi Zheng secretly thought that the topic was coming, and replied: "The young monk is a disciple of the Great Buddha Temple, and he used to practice in Heju Mountain."

"The Great Buddhist Temple?" Zong Ru pondered, then suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "But the Great Buddhist Temple in the Chahai Realm?"

"Senior brother, you actually know about our temple?" Yi Zheng was slightly relieved by the other party's surprise. Only then did he suddenly realize that what he had seen and heard throughout the day and night had unknowingly made him feel pressured.

"Haha, your temple's "Great Buddha Zen Record" is one of the eight great Zen records in the Hanging Realm. It is famous far and wide. Although I am ignorant, I still know about the great Buddha Temple."

Yi Zheng didn't feel proud. If it was really like what the other party said, Zong Ru wouldn't have hesitated for a moment just now. There was something in his heart: "I wonder where my senior brother is from?"

Zongru showed a look of reminiscence and said with a smile: "I am not afraid of making my senior brother laugh when I talk about it. I have no disciples. I just met a master by chance and taught some superficial Zen techniques."

Yi Zheng didn't believe it in his heart. Zong Ru's cultivation was obviously not inferior to him, and his meditation skills were even more unfathomable. There is a possibility of trickery in other methods, but this technique of meditating and cultivating Qi, although it is the foundation, there is no room for trickery. Zongru's spiritual energy fluctuated as calmly as the sea, showing that his meditation skills were extremely profound.

Seeing Yi Zheng's expression, Zong Ru understood clearly and did not explain: "Senior brother comes from the Hanging Realm, and we come from the Kunlun Realm. They are thousands of miles apart. Meeting on this ancient battlefield is just like a Zen fate. .”

Yi Zhengda nodded: "Senior brother, these words are very kind!" He already believed in his heart that almost all the Zen temples in the world are gathered in the Xuankong Realm. The Kunlun Realm is famous for its sword cultivation, and he has never heard of any major Zen temples.

Upon closer inspection, it looks like deep meditation, but traces of wind and frost can be discerned between the brows and eyes, indicating that he has obviously had the experience of ascetic cultivation. Zen disciples who come from big temples don't like luxury, but they don't need to worry about daily necessities. They can practice Zen with peace of mind, and there are few ascetic disciples.

Suddenly thinking of the "ancient battlefield" Zong Ru mentioned just now, he couldn't help but ask: "Is this an ancient battlefield?"

"Yes. We came in from the periphery, and we could see numerous corpses and bones along the way. It's just that after too long, they turned into ashes at the slightest touch. Your Excellency said that this ancient battlefield was probably ten thousand years old." Zong Ru didn't hide it either.

"Ten thousand years?" Yi Zheng was shocked, and then fell into hard thinking: "Ten thousand years...ancient battlefield...ancient battlefield..."

The Great Buddha Temple is one of the eight major temples with a long history and numerous classics in the temple. He racked his brains to recall where the records could match it.

Seeing that Yi Zheng was deep in thought, Zong Ru did not rush him and waited patiently.

After a long time, Yi Zheng suddenly murmured: "Could it be... could it be..."

Deep fear suddenly appeared in his eyes. My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter